A Question For The White Supremacists In Charlottesville
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A Question For The White Supremacists In Charlottesville

Well, more than one, actually.

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A Question For The White Supremacists In Charlottesville
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At one point in your life, you were a child; naïve, happy, open. Your mind was an open window to a whole world of possibilities and people, dreaming of what you would be when you grew up, loving your family, loving your friends.

So, my question is, when did that window begin to close? When did your mind start to shrink and become small? When did you start to become jaded and angry at the world? When did you start to view people that were different than you as a bad thing? And why?

This might be a leap, but I'm assuming you follow a religion, or claim to. Extremists usually do. My religion, or the one I try to follow, tells me to love my neighbor as myself. I'm sure most religions teach love in some sort of capacity. Love your neighbor as yourself. Read that carefully because I think you might have misread it. It doesn't say love your neighbor like yourself, it says as yourself. Choosing to love only those in the world who are like you is the downfall of enlightenment.

How can you learn anything new if everyone is the same? I suppose to really follow this mantra of thinking, you should stop traveling altogether. What’s the point of seeing different parts of the world, different is bad, right? That Chinese, Italian and Mexican food you love so much, no more of that. Different culture, so, that’s a no go.

That furniture filling your house? Made in Thailand, better get rid of it. Medications invented by anyone who isn't white, stop taking that right now. In fact, if you stand behind these so called ideals you should give up every luxury and accommodation created by someone who isn't "white." If you're against different cultures and backgrounds, then go all in. No half-assing it to fit your agenda.

If your goal really is to be the same, then you're already doing it wrong. You should all have the same hair color, haircuts, waist-size, eye color, face shape, etc. Maybe that’s why you wear those white sheets over your head. I always thought it was because you were afraid to show your face, because a part of you, deep down, knows that what you're doing is wrong. Cruel. Hateful.

When did you learn to hate?

How do you look at someone and summarize the entirety of that person's being to a color, a chemical reaction essentially? In every person, you have so much to look at: everything they've ever done, or will do, their personality, their interests, their family, their friends, their loved ones, their quirks, their passions, their aspirations. You have all that to work with, and you only see a color? I'm curious how your brain chemistry works because that just doesn't make sense. Do you want to be quantified as a color? In your obituary, you just want it to say, "John Doe, 81, white." Am I understanding correctly?

In my opinion, hatred stems from fear. A bully is someone who is hurting for whatever reason and takes it out on others. Maybe there's something you're scared of, that makes you fear what's different. I encourage you to talk to someone about it. Don't resort to violence against people you don't know. Innocent people shouldn't have to suffer as a result of your fear. I'm sure your parents taught you better than that.

A really important man (probably not on your radar) said, "No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People learn to hate. And if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite."

That man was Nelson Mandela. You should look him up. You never know, you might learn something.

People of all colors, shapes and backgrounds have contributed so much to the world that you live and breathe in. It's time to put down your torches, find your humanity and break through the barriers you've built up in your mind. Find your childlike innocence and re-learn about the world because your current perspective does a disservice to you.

You only get one life. One story. Do you really want to play the role of villain? There's always time to change. You have the rest of your life to do the right thing, be on the right side of history. Start today. Give back to the world that's given you so much.

If none of that convinced you, we'll keep trying. I don't believe in lost causes.

But know this, the rest of the world is standing together. We will not tolerate hatefulness and cruelty toward our fellow men and women. We will not tolerate prejudice and bigotry.

The world has a history of being extraordinarily cruel. But look at the Holocaust, Slavery, Genocide; it took a while and lives were lost, but they ended because people stood together and put a stop to them. History repeats itself, so you know how your story is going to end.

Educate yourself. Change your narrative. Expel the hatred that consumes your heart, and replace it with love. You'll be a far happier person because of it, and you'll make the world better in the process.

Wouldn't you rather have that as your legacy?

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